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The War Within

When love lasts for years,
Through so many tears,
Their absence repeatedly stuns.

You think after the first,
It couldnt get worse,
Then the pace slowly turns to a run.

You search and you search,
You climb every perch,
But the weight of whats missed is a ton.

When you reach out for help,
To find only kelp,
Youll swear this is it, you are done.

When what you most seek,
Is darkened and bleak,
You wonder... where could be the sun?

But what scares you most?
You'd still run to that coast,
Like a bullet straight out of a gun.

The pull is too much,
You cant hold the clutch,
The force would leave anyone spun.

How do you cope,
With your dwindling hope,
While you watch all the threads come undone?

When all you desire,
Still roars like a fire,
You recall all the laughs & the fun.

But here's the worst part,
Its a fight with your heart,
The true war has only begun!

But since all that light,
Made all that dark bright,
You now see the parts that you shun.

And now you must hear,
Your shadow speak clear,
Though this is no fight to be won.

At the end you'll find peace,
A calm that wont cease...

Where you and your shade can be One.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member What Is That Again

I was watching the show "flip or flop"
And one of the houses seemed "straight out from the horror movie"
It's one of the quotes from the main character
Have you ever seen one from the horror movie?
God spares you for that
- the horror of your life
Why do you think God did that?
Is it for fun?
Is it because He loves you
and has nothing to do?
Or is it because you deserve it?
You don't deserve nothing, my friend
It's all because of His grace
Have you ever done something
that you know for sure God will punish you
teach you a lesson or something
for being haughty, know it all
and above all pompous
But God - here He is
wouldn't punish you
for He knows you will discover it just in time
So what do I want to say?
That oh yeah he will punish you alright
for you don't deserve it
But that is what I said
Not what He says
Do you always ever do what you say?

Premium Member My Cold Cup of Tea

My tech of nology is some what limited
Even when I try to get things printed
But to transfer pictures is testing me
Failed to connect keeps harrassing me

Tech of nology is a crazy puzzle
Has tied my mind into its muzzle
To think of a plan of what that might be
I decide to make a nice cup of tea

But impatient am I or a fool I may be
I begin to embark my challenging journey
The memory card will not work
And bluetooth is making me feel like a berk

Do I confess and give up now?
Or carry on with my prowl?
I take a deep breath and count to ten
I will win this and transfer them

I remove the card to check it's ok
Then put it back in, but the wrong way
So here I am with this new struggle
Stuck it is, oh I'm in a muddle

A needle, a toothpick I did apply
The tweezers I know, I will give them a try
My choices of tools I was desperate you see
To win back my card my phone kept from me

As I pulled and tugged as hard as can be
It shoots straight out into my cup of cold tea
Fingers dives in and fumbles around
To my relief the card quickly found

A blow on the card and a gentle shake
Come on card give me a break
Placed on towel paper to dry
A warm blow from the hairdryer next I try

More thoughtful this time I insert the card
But no it's still just a bit to hard
I cuss at myself for being so silly
Win I will, I'm a determined Milly

Finally inserted I am ready to go
I press the buttons but alas it's a no
No pictures was found they are lost in the sea
By the mug of my cold cup of tea
Form: Couplet

Premium Member LET THE KETCHUP CATCH UP

Food packaging was once simple.
Ketchup came in a glass bottle
with a small cap that you unscrew.
Now we have plastic package new.

Man’s cleverness comes to the fore
to give ketchup a novel pour.
What clever gadgets we are sold
but there are details we’re not told.

Just the right squeeze is critical
from plastic bottle flexible.
Now if it’s straight out of the fridge
you must squeeze hard to get a squidge.

Then it should be allowed to breathe,
inhaling just from underneath.
But if you overlook this part
the next squeeze with a splat will start     

and all around receive a share
as bright red splatters everywhere.
So next time with plastic ketchup
give it breathing time to catch up.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member WESTWARD

History back
High Noon
West and Southwest
Rough riding Cowboys 
Stagecoach arrivals and departures
When the West was won
Rough riding Cowboy conflict
A Sheriff who wouldn’t back off nor quit
Straight out of Dodge City
Town’s people full of pity
Westerners had to be witty
Gun shoot outs
Sunrise to Sunset
Courage to stand
Not giving in to rough riding Cowboys demand
Beware and alert
A town on notice
No one knows what can happen in a western city
Dead or Alive documentation
High Noon call
Go west or get out of town
Standing the ground
Being dead found
Straight out
Dodge City center
Forbidden enter.


Premium Member True Detective

She thought it was the perfect crime,
But, I knew, I could make her sing;
Somehow, she hadn’t noticed
that she dropped a gold earring.

The suicide note that she faked
included the letter “p”,
but the typewriter that sat upon his desk
had the hammer missing for that key.

The ashtray full of cigarettes
had butts covered with a unique lipstick of pink,
matching the stains also upon
the glasses in her sink.

And, I saw the airplane ticket
she carried inside her purse
was a one-way trip straight out of town
that she had purchased on the first.

When I confronted her with these facts,
she knew the gig was up;
She tried to bribe me to let her go,
but this Detective you can’t corrupt.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Evolution Blues

She was one good looking chick
Straight out of Vogue, or a Spiderman flick
Her back was straight, she had that glow
Blonde hair, green eyes, healthy head to toe
And she had a fixation, that fixation was me
My heart jumped, I wanted to agree

But then I realized the attraction was an illusion
An evolution induced mental confusion
To exist our genes need reproduction
So they evolved romance, not to mention seduction.

I looked at her and thought "she may look great.
but she's descended from a monkey, a large-brained primate
And though what I feel may be infatuation
Internally, it's just a mental computation.

"Take away the hair, color the eyes brown
Remove your species privilege, you'll feel like a clown
Internal opiates, and a hormonal stew,
Without internal messengers, what is she to you?

So said to her "Babe, go back to your former beau"
Wasn't he Jimmy the knife, and wasn't his life low?
I just can't date you, after thinking out loud
I've lost the mystery, it's all a pall and a shroud
No romantic haze, no mystical link
The magic left your gaze, I'm just left to overthink.

She replied, "My Dad's is Vinny "the vacuum" Vortellini:
You say no to me, he'll make you into Linguini
You're my choice, and you must understand
Your opinion doesn't matter, you're mired in quicksand.

I looked at her again, I saw the psychopath beneath
But oh, that blonde hair, those eyes, and those perfect teeth!
I'm just a primate too, I realized inside.
So I jumped out the window and committed suicide.

So all you men, you need to comprehend
A lovely woman can bring an untimely end
It's all a trick perpetuated by DNA
You must transcend nature's imperative and disobey!
We are a tragic species caught between biology and mind
Don't let nature interfere, don't let instincts bind.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Pretend Friends

Every smile could be a sign of stab in the back
It’s a known fact
Even an unexpected smack
I repeat
Every smile could be a sign of deceit
True friends are the one’s who captivate your eyes
It’s no surprise
Just a realize
False friends are what you find out being wise
Friends are a dime in a dozen
I see your ears are buzzing
A smile doesn’t make one secure
Only peculiar
A laugh spells on trust in false friends
Genuine is trueful
Hidden darkness among
Hidden false hopes straight out
No trust
On alert
Friends are God given and not deceiving
Friends being themselves in actually showing they are your friends
No time for pretend 
False friendship is where it ends
Delete them
Move on
Keep it moving

Premium Member Celestial Being

Beautiful angel a soul's destination flies
High above on gossamer wings delicately 
Circling between heaven and earth as soul keepers

Eclipsing the light seraph twitches softly gaze
Touching inside one bond never to be broken
An angelic message shown to the earth dwellers

A celestial sphere nacreous spirit falling 
Grace kissing ataraxia sweetly embraces 
Deep spiraling sentiments shape mosaics of minds

Kneeling at your feet royal mother of pearl clouds
Standing right before the eyes undying spirit 
Pure shafts of wondrous gold has lit the earth tonight.

Gracious beauty floats upon a breathless air wave
Delicately enchants your sweet rendering praise
Bright faces all rise up to such mesmeric glare

Heaven sparkle in the glistening shining eyes
Love's fire burns inside reflection that smiles warm
And all mankind with open arms can only stare.

Guardian of this cosmos beyond dreams sails east
we become a single structure bound together
In cosmogyral dance around a starry floor

In space filled words evaporating straight out sighs
The mind blissfully colliding sparks kisses dust 
Gazing through an endless flickering mass of light

Sprinkles on two stars cluster in magic wishes 
Granting on the trail ethereal red glitters
Heavenly energy shines down to save all souls

Diamond blue gem sends cosmic shock waves twinkling 
Brightly flickering blinding light upon one star 
Poured on our world to save us from evil darkness

Orbiting around this earth glows raising upwards
Filled with divine energy rotating halo 
Beams fly in sunshine beauty embraces angel

A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid, Michael McCabe and Angeline Lim
alexandrine unrhymed Tercets

Siege At Baker Ranch, Part Iii

III.
It was near midnight when they came again,
four warriors armed all with flaming brands,
Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep,
and poured out bullets as the horses ran.

He managed to shoot one off of his horse,
but the trio screamed and charged in once more,
Harold said”They’re fools to keep charging in!”
But Myron though hard, and wasn’t so sure.

He called for all to cease firing
and listened close as if searching for proof,
then he heard soft thumps coming from above,
one of them had gotten up on the roof!

The charging men had been a distraction,
and Myron grabbed the shot-gun in a hurry,
fearing that they would set the roof aflame,
he opened fire with a hot fury.

A hole was blasted where he shot the brave,
the dead man rolled off and struck hard on the ground,
the charging warriors roared in anger,
so Harold shot another one of them down.

The survivors fled back towards their camp,
but no withdrawal did the Sioux men beat,
instead they took turns sniping at their foes,
to deny Myron and his family sleep.

Come Morning Myron looked out and saw perched high
sixteen warriors atop their steads,
with lances and rifles and tomahawks
preparing for the morning’s bloody deeds.

But what chilled Myron’s soul more than anything
was the small tree trunk that two riders held
by the branches, to batter down the door,
and visit upon them a living hell.

The others let loose a barrage of shots,
to try and suppress Myron waiting within,
he fired endlessly took down two more,
then leapt back as the riders bore down on him.

The battering tree smashed right through the door,
a slew of war-cries went up, loud and piercing
the shot-gun blasted, two more warriors fell,
the noise left all their heads and ears ringing.

Harold went down from a shot to the chest,
the doorway was a commotions of words,
but standing there clutching his aching head
was the muscled form of Diving Bird.

Myron leapt forwards and drew his pistol,
then jammed it straight into Diving Bird’s ear,
Roared,”If you value your War-chief’s life,
you will all stop, and ride straight out of here!”

The Indians outside froze when they saw them,
none understood the words that he did say
except for an old man, missing an eye,
who spurred forwards to attempt a parlay...

CONCLUDES IN PART IV.

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